"He's a pervert, that's why. Any ending he got was too good for him." The more people Lindsey met, the more he learned his boundaries. He had no patience for people who would harm or kill children and he saved his utmost disgust for the ones that tried to force themselves on children. He could think of a few perfect Hells for them to be tossed into.
"The Mayor took a personal interest in you. He made you feel welcomed, like you were someone worth caring about, special. He groomed you for a future. When you haven't had that constant in your life, it's a little overwhelming to say no," he theorized, looking over at her.
"I don't know about swinging but I'm going out the way I want to go out." He pointed at his chest for emphasis. "Not like being shot down last time by a flunky. It'll be kicking and screaming and I'm sure as hell going to be taking people down with me." And he didn't even mean it in the pugilistic sense. He was going out on top, the only acceptable way. He hadn't wanted to be brought back to the mess he was in, but now that he was here, he was going to make it his own.
Lindsey shook his head. "Never been really fond of cigarettes. I'll take alcohol and caffeine as my vices and be satisfied." Although niether had really come around until lately, the latter much worse than the former. The former was a way to unwind and he could only recall a few rare times that he'd gone on a binge. Los Angeles made that happen.
"I..." Lindsey started, for the first time feeling awkward in the conversation. "You remind me of..." He ran a hand over his face. "I could help you, if you wanted it. I've never really been that kind of guy but I think sometimes you need someone who understands to...you know." The disturbing lack of his usual way with words was frustrating. "Look, screw Angel. You can hate me for saying it but he isn't the only one with a viewpoint on how the world could work."